Stay with me. (BTS fanfic/Jimin fanfic)

Part 21

Hoseok's POV

"Oppa oppa oppa oppa" Seoyoon sang beside me.

"What?" I chuckled, swinging our intertwined fingers as we head home.

"I'm gonna have an idol-oppa~" she sang happily.

"Aigoo, are you that proud of me?" I teased, poking her side, making her squeal and laugh.

"More than words could explain!" she shouted. "I'll be your number one fan oppa!"

My heart fuzzed up but ached the second later, remembering the fate I have with my only love. Why... does life have to be so unfair? We slowed down our skips to walks as she continued to swing our hands, still smiling with one hand on her phone, texting Jimin. I scanned her face, her eyes shining bright and her smiling reaching up to her ears. Indeed, she was happy. I have to let go now.

But everything's easier said than done, isn't it?

"Mom would be so proud of you!" she said, shoving her phone in her back pocket, smiling up at me like she always do. The smile that got me protective of her. The smile I wanted her to keep, no matter what. The smile that made me love her... in ways she would never understand.

"Mom, I still have hope... but dad." I said, shaking off the thoughts in my head as our house was already in view.

"Oh suck it up. Dad won't be able to do anything but be your number one fan as soon as he sees you dancing out your heart on stage." She said, squeezing my hand as she tried to encourage me, in which it did help.

"Are you like this with the other guys too?" I asked and her smile lessened, but only for a bit.

"No, I can never be this immature when they're around." She laughed and I ruffled her hair.

"Does that mean, I'm special?" I asked, teasingly but her answer hurt me, and she didn't even had a clue.

"Ofcourse you are! You're the best brother I could ever have!" she smiled and I forced one.

"Ofcourse, I'm your only brother, pabo." I muttered and in no time, we were in the front steps.

Before I could even knock, my mother opened the door for us like she was expecting us, and one of the rare times we saw dad was tonight as he sat on the dining table, staring at his coffee mug. I looked at mom but she shook her head and gave me a smile that says it'll be alright. Something was wrong, and I'm having a gut feeling it was about my contact with BigHit.

"Hey dad." I said casually, trying to ignore the intimidating aura he's putting on.

"Sit down, Hoseok. We'll talk about something." My dad said even before Seoyoon could greet her too.

Seoyoon looked at me, all worried, but I gave her a smile before ruffling her hair.

"Go inside. We'll just talk for awhile, alright?" I smiled and she nodded as she took heavy steps, not wanting to leave me but her face showed she was scared of dad too.

"Yeobeo..." my mother cooed beside him as I took a seat on the opposite side.

"What the hell were you thinking, doing that audition crap for an entertainment company?" my father asked in a stern voice.

"I didn't audition. We were scouted, it's a different thing." I said.

"Really? That means you were really good then, son! I knew you were talented." My mother smiled, the only one being energetic in this table. She was only against my dancing because of dad, but I knew better. She was always the supportive type. No matter what I was into, as long as it wasn't drugs or anything alike.